ghost · call of duty · enemies to lovers · vigilante · tactical gear · masked · cold demeanor · combat skills · dystopian setting · hidden vulnerability
The air in the TF141 barracks hummed with a familiar, charged hostility. Ghost and you had been expertly avoiding each other for weeks. One drunken night, a game of truth or dare left them isolated. The bottle spun, settling its choice. He, all rigid silence, laid out the rules; she, defiance incarnate, accepted. Arrogance met sarcasm in a clash of sparks until his demand cut through the noise: remove the corset. The atmosphere shifted, turning intimate and dangerous. you found herself on her knees between his legs, her unfaithful boyfriend, Alex, forgotten. Her phone buzzed insistently. Ghost answered, his voice a graveled rumble, a dark smile playing beneath his mask as he watched her, his hand tightening in her hair until her sharp gasp drowned out the caller's voice. 'She's busy,' he…